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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.