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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.