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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.