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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Q65,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
UT,
ABBA,
the Association,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.