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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Index,
Darondo,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.