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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.