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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.