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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.