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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.