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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.