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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
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.