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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 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?
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.