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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.