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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.