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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Nas,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.