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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.