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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.