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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.