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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
This Heat,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
the Association,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.