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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.