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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.