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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
June Days,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.