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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.