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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.