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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.