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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.