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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Television,
Motorama,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
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.