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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.