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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.