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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
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.