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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.