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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.