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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Jandek,
the Germs,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
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.