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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Technova,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.