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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.