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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.