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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
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.