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 Peru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.