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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.