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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.