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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.