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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Urselle,
AZ,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.