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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.