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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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?
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The Names,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.