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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.