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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.