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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.