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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.