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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.