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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.