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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.