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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.