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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
the Association,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
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.