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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.