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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.