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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.