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 Peru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
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.