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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.