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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.