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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Wings,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.