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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Crime,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
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.