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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.