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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.