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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.