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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
JFA,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Interpol,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.