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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.