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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.