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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 linndrum and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.