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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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.