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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Wire,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.