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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
cv313,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.