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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.