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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Swans,
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.