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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.