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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.