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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.