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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.