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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.