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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.