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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.