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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
PIL,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.