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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
The Names,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.