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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.