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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.