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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Television,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.