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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Guru Guru,
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.