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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Crime,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
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.