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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.