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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
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.