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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.