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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.