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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.