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 Algeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
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.