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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.