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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.