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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.