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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.