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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.