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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.