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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.