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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
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.