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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.