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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
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.