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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.