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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.