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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.