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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Monks,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.