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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
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.