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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
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.