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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
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.