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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.