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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.