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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.