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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
UT,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.