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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Nico,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.