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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.