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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.