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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Technova to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.