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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.