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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.