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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.