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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.