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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.