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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
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.