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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.