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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.