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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
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.