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 Laos and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Can,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Wings,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.