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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Scion,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.