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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.