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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.