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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
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.