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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Little Man,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.