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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nico,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
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.