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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.