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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.