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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
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.