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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.