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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
The Evens,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.