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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.