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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.