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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.