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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.