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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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?
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.