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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.