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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.