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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
UT,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.