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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.