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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.