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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.