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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.