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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.