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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.