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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Sound,
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.