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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
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.