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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.