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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.