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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.