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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cramps 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
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.