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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
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.