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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.