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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.