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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.