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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.