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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.