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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.