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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.