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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.