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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.