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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Magma,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
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.