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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
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.