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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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?
Deakin,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.