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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.