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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Leaves to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.