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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Brick,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.