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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.