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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.