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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.