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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.