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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Television,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Remains,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.