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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
ABBA,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
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.