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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.