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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
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.