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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.