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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Magazine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
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.