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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.