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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.