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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.