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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Nico,
Wings,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.