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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.