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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Nico,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.