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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.