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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.