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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.