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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.