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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.