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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.