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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.