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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.