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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.