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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.