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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.