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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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?
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.