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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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?
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.