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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.