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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.