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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.