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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Pole,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.