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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.