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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.