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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.