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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.