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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.