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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.