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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Wings,
Fear,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.