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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
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.