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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
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.