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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.