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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.