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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
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.