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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.