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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.