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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.