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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.