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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Brick,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.