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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.