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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
cv313,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.