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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.