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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.