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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.