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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.