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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.