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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.