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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.