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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
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.