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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.