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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.