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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.