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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.