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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.