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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.