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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Television,
Yaz,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.