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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
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.