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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Gong,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.