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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Organ,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.