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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.