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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.