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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Q65,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.