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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.