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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 dance 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.