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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
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.