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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.