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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.