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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.