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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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.