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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.