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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.