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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.