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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s 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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Monks,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.