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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 grunge 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.