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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Gong,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.