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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.