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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.