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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.