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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.