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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.