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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.