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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.