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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
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.