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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.