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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.