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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.