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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.