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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.