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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.