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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.