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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.