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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.