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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.