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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.