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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.