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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.