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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Ituana,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.