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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.