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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.