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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.