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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.