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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.