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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Bill Near,
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.