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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
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.