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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Can,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.