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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.