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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Organ,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Faust,
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.