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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Slave,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.