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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.