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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.