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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Wire,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.