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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.