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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.