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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Monks,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.