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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Swans,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.