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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rakim to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
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.