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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.