Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.