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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Zapp 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 rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.