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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.