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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Monks,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.