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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.