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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.