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 Syria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.