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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.