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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.