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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.