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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.