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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.