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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.