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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.