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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.