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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
MDC,
Ludus,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.