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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.