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 Liberia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
the Association,
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.