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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
The Index,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
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.