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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Skarface 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 jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
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.