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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.