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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Scion,
June Days,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.