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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
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.