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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Skriet,
JFA,
Television,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.