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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
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.