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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.