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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
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.