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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.