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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.