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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Brick,
CMW,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.