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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.