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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magazine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Smog,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
AZ,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
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.