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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.