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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.