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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.