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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.