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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Sparks,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Monolake,
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.