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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.