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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.