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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.