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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.