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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
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.