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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Wake 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.