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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.