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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.