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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
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.