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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.