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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.