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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.