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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 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 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.