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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Can,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.