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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.