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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
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.