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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.