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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wally Richardson 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
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.