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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.