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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Ludus,
UT,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.