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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
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.