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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 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?
New Order,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.