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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.