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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Jandek,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.