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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
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.