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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.