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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Zapp,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.