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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.