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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
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.