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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
the Germs,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.