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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Aswad,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.