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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.