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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.