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 Finland 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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Shoche,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.