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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.