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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.