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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.