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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.