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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Organ,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.