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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.