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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.