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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Kayak,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.