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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.