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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
the Association,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.