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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.