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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
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.