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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
MDC,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.