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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
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.