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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.