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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
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.