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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.