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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.