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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.