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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
JFA,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.