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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.