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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Television,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
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.