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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.