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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
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.