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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.