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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Organ,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.