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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.