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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Names,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.