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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.