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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Saints,
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.