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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
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.