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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.