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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
The Residents,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Motorama,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
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.