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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.