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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.