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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.