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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.