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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Ronan,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.