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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Television,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.