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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.