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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.