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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.