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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.