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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.