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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.