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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Motions,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.