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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
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.