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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.