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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.