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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.