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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.