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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.