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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.