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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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?
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.