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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.