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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.