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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.