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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.