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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Chrome,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.