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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.