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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.