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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.