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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Whodini,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.