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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Residents,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.