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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Gong,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.