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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Wire,
X-102,
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.