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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.