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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
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.