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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.