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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
DNA,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.