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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.