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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.