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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.