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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.