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 Greece and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
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.