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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.