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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.