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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.