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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Wings,
This Heat,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
the Sonics,
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.