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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.