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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.