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 Palau and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
This Heat,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
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.