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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.