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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.