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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.