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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.