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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
EPMD,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.