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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
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.