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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.