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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.