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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.