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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.