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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.