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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.