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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.