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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.