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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.