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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.