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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.