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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.