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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.