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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.