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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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?
The Names,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.