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 Malta and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.