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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.