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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.