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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Q65,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.