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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.