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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
X-101,
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.