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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.