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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Slave,
Unwound,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.