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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
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.