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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.