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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.