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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Nico,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
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.