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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.