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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.