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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.