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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
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.