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 Kenya and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.