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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.