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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.