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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.