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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.