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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.