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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.