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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.