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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.