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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.