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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.