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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.