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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.