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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.