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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.