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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.