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 Albania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.