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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.