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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.